The weekly sentinel. [volume] (Winston-Salem, N.C.) 1886-1887, 1887-01-06

The closing exercises Of Madam
Bishops Seminary were over, and the
school closed for that term. My cou-
sin Helen Graham and /, were the
"Prima Donnas" III the concert, which
was pronounced 'splendid affair,
and | had read Naledlctory,
which though very brief, brought tears
to many eyes, and when it was all
over, many friends, and some strang-
ers, without an introduction, came up
on the s'rostrum" and shook my hand
'tenderly--sympathetically--fo all had
heard of my great sorrow, IN the sud
den death of my dear father, and all
knew of the sad change of fortune
which had befallen me, his only child,
when it was found that all his wealth
had been swept away by the recent
bank failures, and | was now instead
of the supposed "heiress of Rembert
Hail." only lonely, penniless orphan
girl. Yet / still possessed the rich
heritage of good health, and brave
heart.
An accomplished education, with
careful training, had been secured to
me by my fathers watchful and at
fectionate care, and his over generous
purse; and my richly furnished ward
robe bore ample testimony to his Law
ish indulgence in all that was desired
by refined and tenderly nurtured
girl, whose taste and fancies, and every
reasonable wish were fully gratified.
But now my father was gone-and
my whole life was to be changed like
the robes that I woIe, or had worn, for
the rich and costly fabrics of luxury
and fashion, already exchanged to the
somber garb of mourning, were still
to be replaced by the palmer, and
cheaper garb of poverty-and before
me was possibly long life, of loneli-
ness, labor, and perhaps of sorrow
All this came into my mind as L sat
looking out of the window as the taain
rapidly bore me on to what had hith-
erto been my happy aud beautiful
home. Yet in all my sorrow and des-
olation, there was one little CLEAN of
comfort, perhaps of hope.
Among the many faces that had
greeted me on that night, there was
above and beyond all others, however
kind or sympathizing they may have
been, one face-one kindly hand that
pressed my own-one pair of dark
brown eyes that looked into mine that
night When | had sung the last
notes Of the final song, and sat with
my hand over my eyes while the an
nouncement was made that the exer-
cises were over-after the applause,
which followed the song had subsidized,
there was d touch on my shoulder, and
Madam B. presented the owner OF
that face and those eyes, which then
looked so kindly into mine, yet did
not hear the name, and though my
hand seems yet to thrill with his gen.
tie pressure, | do not know who il
was, nor whence he came!
Yet [ will never, aaeuer forget that
face, or the tender, manly voice that
singing and hoped he would hear
me again some day" Ali me, viii
that dag ever come? Thus [ sat, ant
thought and dreamed, when
Change cars at Yeldon!" from
the Conductor reused me from my
reverie, and starting up to get my
travelling satchel, another hand hat
seized it, and before I could ask &c i
he was not Mistaken" that dear face
and those soft dark eyes again LOOKED
upon me, and
Permit me to see you safely on t.
the other train Miss Rembert," sal,
the voice that had so thrilled me OF
the night before. With sense of o
and trust, I thanked him, and accept
ing his offered arm, as [ gave him m,
checks, 1 was soon comfortably seate'
on the other train. Then after leay
ing me for moment to see that m
baggage was duly transferred, he re
turned, and saying
Goodbye now-I hope you wi
get home all right" he left me, an
the train moved slowly on. while I fel
more lonely than ever, and vexed g
myself, because / did not ask his nam,
or if I should see him again { yet no,
could I ask him hat!) 1 looked OF
of the window as the train tumble
out Of the depot, and once more sa,
him, and heard a voice saying,
Why Phil old fellow, is this youf
And looking up he gave me anothe
look from those dear eyes, and as b
lifted his hat to me, passed from b
sight. I wondered if it was also frol